Luyện nghe bài hát Ropin' Pen

Every Friday afternoon, I up the trailer
Saddle up ol' an' ice down the cooler
Drive that road until it ends
At the Pen

There's rusted out pick-ups an' fancy
dollar horses then there's my ol' stag
But all the same the minute we ride in
To the Pen

Well, I ain't no Clayo
But I give her
Hell, you never can
day I just might be

We'll turn a few steers an' tell a few
Kick back in the an' philosophize
Most of life's problems, we can solve 'em
In the Pen

We don't do it for the money, Hell, always broke
Just ask my ol' buddy Nathan what pay to rope
He lost a of wives, half the fingers on his hands
To the Pen

An' it takes a skill an' a little luck
An' you can talk smack if you can it up
Ah, but we're all friends, no matter who
Here at the Pen

Well, I ain't no Clayo
But I give her
Hell, you can tell
day I just might be

We'll turn another pit of an' tell a few more lies
Drink beer and hypothesize
Most of problems, Hell, we're gonna solve 'em
In the Pen

See y'all again, next
Here at the Pen
At the Pen
Down at the Pen
In the Pen